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the touch

“The Touch” Hair is matted and dirty, his clothes are old and soiled, he smells of the gutter. His face mirrors his life on the street, old before his time; despair and loneliness are now his life. Pride less, he … Continue reading

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The Touch, poem excerpt

by Roberto Juarez Hair is matted and dirty, his clothes are old and soiled, he smells of the street. His face mirrors a life on the street, old before his time, despair is now his life. Pride less, he begged … Continue reading

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